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The fearful Aying race : with ponderous clubs, | Wish'd Spring returns; and from the hazy
By small degrees estends the swelling curie; And with loud shouts rejoicing bears them Till scen at last for gay rejoicing months, home.
Still round and round, his spiral course he winds, There thro' the piny forest half absorpt, And as he yearly dips his flaming orb, Rough tenant of ihese shades, the shapeless Wheels up again, and re-ascends the sky, bear,
In that glad season, from the lakes and foods, With dangling ice all horrid, stalks forlorn; Where pure i Niemi's fairy mountains rise, Slow-pac'd, and sourer as the storms increase, And fring'd with roses g Tenglio rullo his He inakes his beri beneath th' incleinent drift,
stream, And, with stern patience, scorning weak com- They draw the copious fry. With these, at
plaint, Harden's his heart against assailing want. They cheerful loaded to their tents repair ;
Wide o'er the spacious regions of the north, Where all day long, in useful cares employ'd, That see Bootes urge his tardy wain,
Their kind unbleinish'd wives the fire prepare. A boisterous race, by frosty Caurus * piercd, Thrice happy race! by poverty secur'd Who little pleasure know and fear no pain, From legal plunder and rapacious power : Prolific swarm. They once relanı’d the flame In whom fell interest never yet has sown Of losi mankind in polish'd slavery sunk, The seeds of vice : whose spotless swains ne'er Drove martial t horde on horde with dreadful kuew sweep
Injuriqus deed, nor, blasted by the breath Resistless rushing o'er th' en fecbled south, of faithless love, their blooming daughters woo, And gave the vanquish'd world another form. Still pressing on, beyond Tornea's lake, Not such the sons of Lapland : wisely they And Hecla flaming thro'a waste of snow, Despise th' insensate barbarous trade of war; And farthest Greenland, to the pole itself, They ask no more than simple Nature gives,
Where failing gradually, life at length goes out, They love their mountains and enjoy their The Muse expands her solitary flight; storms,
And, hovering o'er the wild stupendous scene, No false desires, no pride-created wants, Behold new seas beneath || another sky. Disturb the peaceful current of their time; Thron'd in his palace of cerulian ice, And thro' the restless ever-tortur'd maze Here Il'inter holds his unrejoicing court; Of pleasure, or ambition, bid it rage.
And thro' his airy hall the loud misrule Their rein-deer forin their riches. These their Of driving tempest is for ever heard : tents,
Here the grim tyrant ineditates his wrath : Their robes, their beds, and all their homely Here arms his wins with all-subduing frost; wealth
Moulds bis fierce hail, and treasures up his Supply, their wholesome fare, and cheerful cups. Obsequions at their call, the docile tribe With which he now oppresses half the globe. Yield to the sled their necks, and whirl them. Thence winding eastward to the Tartar's swift
coast, O'er hill and dale, heap'd into one expanse She sweeps the howling margin of the main ; Of marbled snow, as far as eve can sweep. Where, undissolving, from the first of time, With a blue crust of ice unbounded glaz'd Snows swell on snows amazing to the sky; By dancing meteors then, ihat ceaseless shake And icy mountains high on mountains pild, A waving blaze refracted o'er the heav'ns, Seem to the shivering sailor from afar, And vivid moons, and stars that keener play Shapeless and white, an atigosphere of clouds With double lustre froin the glossy waste, Projected huge, and horrid, o'er the surge, Ev’n in the depth of Polar Night, they find Alps frown on Alps; or rushing hideous down, A wond'rous day: enough to light the chace, As if old chaos was again return'd, Or guide their daring steps to Finland fairs. Wide rend the deep, and shake the solid pole, The North-west wind,
+ The wandering Scythian clans. M. de Maupertius, in his book on the fiqure of the Earth, after having described the beautiful Lake and Mountain of Niemi in Lapland, says, ' From this height we had opportunity several times " to see those vapors rise from the Lake, which the people of the country call Haltios, and which 'they deem to be guardian Spirits of the Mountains. We had been frightened with stories of bears that haunted this place, bui saw nonc. It seemed rather a place of resort for Faries and Genii, than bears.'
$ The same author observes,' I was surprised to see upon the banks of this river (the Tenglio) Roses of as lively a red as any that are in our gardea || The other Hemisphere.
Ocean itself no longer can resist
Who greatly spurn'd the slothful pomp of 'The binding fury; but, in all its rage
courts, Of tempest, taken by the boundless frost, And roaming every land, in every part, Is many a fathom to the bottom chain'd, His sceptre laid aside, with glorious land And bid to roar no niore: a bleak expanse, Unwearied plying the mechanic tool, Shagz'd o'er with wavy rocks, cheerless, and void Gathered the seeds of trade, of useful arts, Of every life, that from the dreary months Of civil wisdom and of martial skill, Flies conscious southward. Miserable they! Charg'd with the stores of Europe home be Who, here entangled in the gathering ice,
gocs! Take the last look of their descending sun;
Thien ciljes rise amid th' illumin'd wastes; While, full of death, and fierce with tenfold O'er joyless desarıs smiles the rural reign: frost,
Far distant flood to food is social join'd; Thc long, long night, incumbent o'er their Th' astonished Euxine hears the baltic roar: heads,
Proud navies ride on seas that never foam d Falls horrible. Such was the Briton's • fate, With daring keel before ; and armies stretch As with first prow (wbat have unt Britons Fach way their dazzling files, repressing here dar'd!)
The frantic Alexander of the north, He for the passage sought, attempted since And awing there stern Othman's shrinking sons. So much in vain, and seeming to be shut Sloth flies the land and Ignorance, and Vice, By jealous Nature with eternal bars.
Ofold dishonor proud: it glows around, In these fell regions, in Arzina caughts Taught by thc Royal Hand that rousid the And to the stony deep his idle ship
whole, Iininediate scald, he with his hapless crew, One scene of arts, of arnis, of rising trade : Fach full exerted at his several task,
For what his wisdom planu'd his power en. Froze into statues: to the cordage glu'd
forcid, The sailor, and the pilot to the helm. More potent still, his great example show'd. Hard by these shores, wliere scarce his freez- Muitering, the winds at eve, with blunted ing stream
point, Rolls the wide Oby, live the last of Men; Blow hollow-blustering from the south, SubAnd half-enliven'd' by the distant sun,
du'd, That rears and ripens Man, as well as plants, 'The frost resolves into a trickling thaw. Here human Nature wears its rudest form. Spotted the mountains shine; louse sleet de. Deep from the piercing season sink in caves, scends, Here by dull fires, and with anjoyous cheer, And foods the country round. The rivers They waste the tedious glooin. 'Immers d in swell, furs,
Of bonds impatient, Sudden from the bills, Doze the gross race. Nor sprighty jest, nor O'er rocks and woods, in broad browu catasong,
racis, Nor tenderness they know; nor aught of life, A thousand snow-fed torrents shoot at once ; Beyond the kindred bears that stalks without. And, where they rush, the wide-resounding Till morn at length her roses drooping all,
plain Sheds a long twilight brightening o'er their Is left one slimy waste. Those sullen seas, fields,
That wash tl' uogenial pole, will resi no more And calls the quiver'd savage to the chace, Beneath the shackles of ihe mighty north,
What cannot active governinent perform, But, rousing all their waves, resistless heare; New-moulding man! Wide-stretching from And hark, the lengthening roar continuous suns these shores,
Athwart the rified deep; at once it bursts, A people savage from remotest time,
And piles a thousand mountains to the clouds. A huge neglected empire, one vast Mind, II fares the bark with trembling wretches By Heaven inspir'd, from Gothic darkness callid. charg'd, Jinmortal Peter! first of inonarchs ! Ilę That, toss'd amid the Anating fragments, moors His stubborn country tani'd, her rocks, her fens, Beneath the shelter of an icy isle, Her finods, her scas, her ill-submitting sons ! While night o'erwhelus the sea, and hopior And while the fierce Barbariau he subdu'd,
looks To more exalted soul he rais'd the Man. More horrible. Can human force endure Ye shades of antient heroes, ye who toild Th' assembled mi chiefs that besieg'd them Thro' long successive ages to build up
round? A laboring plan of state, behold at once Heart-gnawing lunger, faințing weariness, 'The wonder done! behold the natchless prince! The roar of winds and waves, the crush of ice, Who left his native throne, where reigni'd till Now ceasing, nnig renewd with louder rage, then
And in dire echoes bellowing round the main. A mighty shadow of unreal power ;
More to einbroil the deep, Leviathan, • Sir Hugh Willoughby, sent by Queen Elizabeth to discover the Parth-East Passage.
And his unwieldy train, in dreadful sport, The storins of Wintry time will quickly pass,
$ 153. Kensington Garden. TICKELL. Yet Providence, that ever-waking eye,
Campos, ubi Troja fuit. VIRG. Looks down with pity on the feeble toil Of niortals lost to hope, and lights them safe, WHERE Kensington high o'er the neighb'ring Thro' all this dreary labyrinth of fate.
lands "Tis done! dread \Vinter spreads his latest 'Midst greens and sweets, a regal fabric stands, glooms,
And sees each spring luxuriant in her bowers, And reigns treinendous o'er the conquer'd year. A snow of blossoms, and a wild of flowers, How dead the vegetable kingdom lies ! The dames of Britain oft in crowds repair Now dumb the tuneful! Horror wide extends To groves and lawns, and unpolluted air. His desolate domain. Behold, fond man! Here, while the town in damps and darkness See here thy pictur'd life! — Pass some few Jies, years,
They breathe in sunshine, and see azure skies ; Thy flowering Spring — thy Summer's ardent Each walk, with robes of various dyes bestrength
spread, Thy sober Autumn fading into age
Seems from afar a moving tulip-bed, And pale concluding Winter comes at last, Where rich brocades and glossy damasks grow, And shuts the scene. Ah! whither now are And chints, the rival of the show'ry bow. fled
Here England's Daughter, darling of the Those dreams of greatness ? those unsolid land, hopes
Sometimes, surrounded with her virgin band, Of happiness ? those longings after fame? Gleams through the shades. She, tow'ring Those restless cares? Those busy bustling days?
o'er the rest, Those gay spent festive nights, whose veering Stands fairest of the fairer kind confess'd, thought,
Formid to gain hearts, that Brunswick's cause Lost between good and ill, that shar'd thy life,
deny d, All now are vanisha Virtue sole survies, And charın a people to
Father's side. Immortal never-failing friend of man,
Long have ihese groves to royal guests been His guide to happiness on high. - And see !
known, 'Tis come, the glorious morn! the second Nor Nassau first preferr'd them to a throne. birth
Ere Norman banners wav'd in British air; Of heaven and earth! awakening nature hears Ere lordly Hubba with the golden hair The new creating-world, and staris to life! Pour'd iri his Danes ; ere elder Juhus came; In every heightened forin, from pain and Or Dardan Brutus gave our isle a name; death
A prince of Albion's lineage grac'd the wood, For ever free. — The great eternal scheme, The scene of wars, and stain'd with lovers Involving all, and in a perfect whole
blood. Uniting, as the prospect wider spreads,
You, who through gazing crowds, your capTo reason's eye refin'd clears up apace.
tive throng, Ye vainly wise! ye blind presnimptuous ! now Throw pangs and passions, as you move along, Canfounded in the dust, adore that power, Turn on the left, ye fair, your radiant eyes, And Wisdom oft' arraign'd: see now the cause, Where all unlevelled the gay garden lies : Why unassuming worih in secret livid If generous anguish for another's pains And dy'd neglected: why the good man's Eer heav'd your hearts, or shiver'd through share
That hollow space, where now in living rows, In palaces lay straining her low thought Line above line ihe yew's sad verdure grows, To' form unreal wants: why heaven-born Was, ere the planter's hand its beauty gave, truth,
A common pit, a rude unfashion'd cave; And moderation fair, wore the reci marks The landskip now so sweet you well may Of superstition's scourge : why licens'd pain, praise, That cruel spoiler, that embosom'd foe, But far, far sweeter in its antient days, Imbitter'd all our bliss. — Ye good distress'd ! Far sweeter was it, when its peopled ground Ye noble few! who here unbending stand With fairy domes and dazzling tow'rs was Beneath life's pressure, yet bear up awhile,
crowu'd. And what your bounded view, which only saw Where in the midst those verdant pillars spring, A liule part deen'd evil, is no more : Rose the proud palace of the Elfin king;
For every hedge of vegetable green,
The time shall come when thou shalt dearly In happier years a crowded street was seen,
pay Nor all those leaves, that now the prospect The theft, hard-hearted! of that guilty day: grace,
Thou in thy turn shalt like the queen repine, Could match the numbers of its pigmy race, And all her sorrows doubled shall be shine: Illat urg'd this mighty empire to jis fare, He who adorns thy house, the lovely boy A tale of woe and wonder, I relate.
Who now adorns it, shall at length destroy. When Albion rul'd the land, whose lineage 'Two hundred moons in their pale course had From Neptune mingling with a mortal dame, The gay rob'd fairies glimmer on the green, Their midnight pranks the sprightly fairies And Albion now had reach'd in youthful ployd
prime On ev'ry hill, and danc'd in every shade. To nineteen years, as mortals measure tjine. But, foes to sun-shine, most they took delight Flush'd with resistless charms he fir'd to lose In dells and sales conceal'd from human sight: Bach nymph and liitle Dryad of the grove; There hew'd their houses in the arching rock; For skilful Milkal spar'd not to employ Or scoop'u the bosom of the blasted oak; Her utnost art to rear the princely boy: Or heard, o'ershadow'd by some shelving hill, Each supple limb she swath'd, and tender bone, The distant murmurs of ihe falling rill. And to the Elfin standard kept him down: They, rich in pilfer'd spoils, indulg'd their She robb'd dwarf-elders of their fragrant fruit, mirth,
And fed him early with the daisy's root, Aud pity'd the huge wretched sons of earth. Whence through his veins the powerful juices Even now, 'lis said, the hinds o'erhear their strain,
And forind in beauteous miniature the Man. And strive to view their airy forms in vain : Yet still, two inches taller than the rest, They to their cells at man's approach repair, His lofty port his human birth confess'd; Like the slıy leveret, or the niother hare, A foot in height, how stately did he show! The whilst poor mortals startle at the sound How look superior on the crowd below! Of unseen footsteps on the haunted ground. What knight like him could toss the rushy . Amid this garden, then with woods o’er- lance! grown,
Who move so graceful in the mazy dance! Stood the lov'd seat of royal Oberon.
A shape so nice, or features half so fair, From every region to his palace gate
What els could boast! or such a flow of hair! Cane peers and princes of the fairy state, Bright Kenna saw, a princess born to reign, Who, rank'd in council round the sacred shade, And felt the charmer burn in every vein. Their inonarch's will and great behests obey’d. She, heiress to this empire's potent lord, From Thames fair banks, by lofty tow'rs Prais'd like the stars, and next the moon adorn'd,
ador'd With loads of plunder oft his chiefs return'd: She, whom at distance thrones and princedoms llence in proud robes, and colors bright and
To whom proud Oriel and Azuriel su'd,' Shone every knight and every lovely fay, In her higli palace languish'd, void of joy, Whoe'er on Powell's dazzling stage display'l, And pin'd in secret for a mortal boy. Hath fam'd king Pepin and his court survey'd,
He too was smitten, aud discreetly strore, May guess, if old by modern things we trace, By courtly deeds to gain the virgin's love ;
and splendor of the fairy race. För her he could be fairest flowers that grew, By magic fenc'd, by spells encompassid Ere morning suns had draind their fragrant round,
dew; No mortal touch'd this interdicted ground; He chas'd the hornet iu his mid-day Aight, No mortal enter'd, those alone who came And brought her glow-worms in the noon of Stolen from the couch of some terrestrial dame: night; For oft of babes they robb’d the matron's bed, When on ripe fruit she cast a wishing eye, And left some sickly changeling in their stead. Did ever Albion think the tree too high?
It chanc'd a youth of Albion's royal blood He show'd her where the pregnant goldfinch Was foster'd here, the wonder of the wood;
hung, Milkah, for wiles above her peers renown'd,
And the wren-mother brooding o'er her young; Deep-skill'd in charms and many a mystic To her th' incription on their eggs he read, sound,
(Adınire, ye clerks, the youth whom Milkah As through the regal dome she sought for prey, bred!) Obsery'd the infant Albion where he lay To her he show'd each herb of virtuous juice, In mantles broider'd o'er with gorgeous pride, Their powers distinguish’d, and describŬ their And stole him froin the sleeping inother's side.
Who now but Milkah triumphs in her min)? All vain their powers, alas! to Kenna prove, Ah wretched nynrph, to future evils blind! And well sung Ovid, There's no herb for late.
As when a ghost, enlarg'd from realms By all the stars, and first the glorious
below, Seeks its old friend to tell some secret woe, I swear, and by the head of Oberon, The poor shade shivering stands, and must A dreadful oath! no prince of fairy line not break
• Shall e'er in wedlock plight his vows with llis paintul silence, 'till the mortal speak;
(mine, So fard it with the little love-sick inaid, · Where-e'er my footsteps in the dance are Forbid to utter what her eyes betray'd.
seen, He saw her anguish, and reveal'd his flame, May toadstools rise, and mildews blast the And spar'd the blushes of the tongue-ty'd green! dame.
May the keen east-wind blight my fav’rite The day would fail me, should I reckon o'er
· flowers, The sighs they lavish’d, and the oaths they • And snakes and spotted adders haunt my swore ;
• bowers ! In words so melting, that, compard with Confin'd whole ages in an henlock shade, those,
• There rather pine I a neglected maid; The nicest courtship of terrestrial beaus Or worse, exild from Cynthia's gentle rays, Would sound like compliments from country- Parch in the sun a thousand summer-class, clowns
Than any prince, a prince of fairy line, To red-cheek sweethearts in their home-spun In sacred wedlock' plight his vows with gowns.
"mine.' All in a lawn of many a various hue, She ended: and with lips of rosy hue A bed of flowers (a fairy forest) grew;
Dipt five times over in ambrosial dew, 'Twas here onc noon, the gaudiest of the May, Stifled his words. When, from his covert The still, the secret, silent hour of day,
rear'd, Beneath a lofty tulip's ample shade
The frowning brow of Oberon appear'd. Sate the young lover and th' immortal maid. A sun-flower's trunk was near, whence (killing They thought all fairies slept ; ah luckless pair ! sight!) Hid, but in vain, in the sun's 1100n-lide glare! The monarch issu'd, half an ell in height: When Albion leaning on his Kenna's breast, Full on the pair a furious look he cast, Thus all the softness of his soul express'd. Nor spoke, but gave his bugle-horn a blast, * All things are hush'd. The sun's meridian That through the woodland echo'd far and
wide, · Veil the horizon in one mighty blaze ; And drew a swarm of subjects to his side. . Nor moon nor star in heav'n’s blue arch is A hundred chosen knights, in war renown'd,
Drive Albion banish'd from the sacred ground; With kindly rays to silver o'er the green, And twice ten myriads guard the bright abodes, . Grateful to fairy eyes; they secret take Where the proud king, among his demi gods, • Their rest, and only wreiched mortals wake. For Kenna's sudden bridal bids prepare, • This dead of day I fly to thee alone, And to Azuriel gives the weeping fair. A world to ine, a multitude in one.
If fame in arms, with antient birth com• Oh sweet as dew-drops on these flowery
bin'd, • Jawns,
And fanlıless beauty, and a spotless mind, • When the sky opens and the evening dawns ! To love and praise can generous souls incline, . Straight as the pink, that tow'ss so high That love, Azuriel, and that praise were thine. *in air,
Blood, only less than royal, tilid thy veins, Soft as the blue-bell! as the daisy, fair! Prouri was ihy roof, and large thy fair domains. • Blest he the hour, when first I was convey'd Where now the skies high Holland-house inAn infant captive to this blissful shade!
vades, Aud bless'd the hand that did my form refine, And short-liv’d Warwick sudden'd all the * And shrunk iny stature to a match with
shades, " thine !
Thy dwelling stood ; nor did in hiin afiord • Glad I for thee renounce my royal birth, A noble owner, or a lovclier lord. * And all the giant-daughters of the carth. For thee an hundred fields produc'd their store, Thou, if thy breast with equal ardor burn, And by that name ten thousand vassals swore; Renounce thy kind, and love for love fe- So lor'd thy name, that, at their monarch's
choice So from us iwo, combin'd by nuptial ties, All Fairy sliouted with a gen'ral voice. A race unknown of de'ni-qods shall rise. Oriel álonc a secret rage suppress'd Oh speak my love, my vows with vows repay, | Thay from his busom heard ihe golden re-t. And sweetly swear my rising fears away!
Along the banks of Thame his empire ran, To whoin (the shining azure of her eyes Witle was his range, and populous his ca. More brighten'd) thus it chamour'd naid re- When cleanly servants
, it' we trust old tales, plics. Besides their wages, had zool fury vtilo,